Legend of the Cultivation God

"That...Tip, the younger brother, you...what do you say is the Buddha and Buddha?" It was amazed and looked at Xiao Hua with incredible eyes.

Xiao Hua naturally knows that this Buddha's light is the Buddha's purpose of Leiyin Temple. It is about the news of Ci Hui's achievement of Nanzhi Dazhi Manjusri Buddha and Buddha. It is no longer concealed. He laughs: "Nature is the news of Master Ci Hui? If it is a brother Do not believe, just go back to Jietai Temple to see it!"

"Okay, okay, that poor speech!" When I heard it, I felt anxious on my face, and my hands were together. I waited for Xiao Hua to return to the ceremony and urged Xiangyun to rush to the temple.

After all, the addition of a bodhisattva to the Pure Land World is also a major event for tens of thousands of years. It is said that the whole Pure Land time will be celebrated and celebrated, that is, each temple will also organize a certain ceremony to celebrate.

Xiao Hua did not dare to neglect, still turned his hands and put together the Ming, thanked the Mingdai Road. After the sound of Ming Ming disappeared, Xiao Hua raised his eyes and looked at the grand scene of the whole Pure Land world. His heart was also secretly sighed. Although I don't know how Cihui is a testimony, Xiaohua can guess one or two from the solid mouth, when it is related to the ancient Buddha.

"My Taoist sect has a mysterious condensed treasure, and the Buddha sect has an ancient Buddha's color. The role of the condensed treasure is limited. It is useful for the monks under the Yuan Ying. This ancient buddha can be used directly. "I have a testimony." Xiao Hua stood in the air and thought quietly. "And, the little monk of Cihui... No, it should be that Nanzhan Dazhi Manjusri Bodhisattva is now just the realm of Ming Dynasty. The strength is similar to that of Daozong Jindan. The low-level cultivation can actually prove the result? Or the Buddha's Buddha's fruit and strength are not dry, just as previously said by others; or the Buddha's strength will advance after the testimony of the Buddha's fruit. Complement the shortcomings of cultivation! Also, Buddha The cultivation of the sect is really mysterious. The karma, reincarnation, faith, etc. are not mysterious and mysterious things. They can all be used for cultivation. It seems that the Buddha is not simple! Xiaomou got the inheritance of Xiaoling Temple. It is a good understanding to grasp the secrets inside."

Thinking of this, Xiao Hua turned and wanted, but at this time Xiao Hua was suddenly shocked: "Oh, no. There is something! My Taoist monk is going to be a fairy when he is practicing for the rest of his life. The monks have cultivated to the extreme in the world, and naturally they can rise in the sky. What is the purpose of the Buddha Buddhism cultivation? Are they not to prove the fruit? Cihui has now proved the Buddha's fruit, why he... not flying up It’s hard to be the Buddha’s Lord and Bodhisattva... Don’t fly up? If it’s soaring, how can the strength of Cihui fly soar??”

The more I want to see Xiao Hua’s heart, the more chaotic. The forehead actually has some sweat. And his heart is vaguely felt, this is another great secret of the Buddha, just like the heaven and earth vision after the seal in the mysterious cloud of Wang Yufei was broken in the past few days. Far from being able to know about my strength now!

"But it..." Xiao Hua looked at the night again, sighed, his eyes removed from the Buddha light that had been scattered for a long time in the sky, and looked at the Jinshan Temple where the bat flew, and the dark road, "Xiao Mou’s burden is so much, today’s hurry Let's talk about the silence of Jiang Liuer!"

Because there is a request for Jinshan Temple, Xiao Hua did not dare to collide too much. He did not release the Buddha’s knowledge and flew over Chenjiang. After a slight glance, he landed on the riverside, then took out the river from the river and cleaned it. Look around, take a look at the steps from the river to the temple gate of Jinshan Temple, put your hands together, step by step from the foot of the mountain to the temple gate of Jinshan Temple.

When looking at the sky, the Jinshan Temple is not high, but it can really go. Xiao Hua is still taking a meal for nearly a meal. Seeing the temple gate of Jinshan Temple is in front of him, Xiao Hua is frowning. Because he came here from the riverside, there was no Buddha's knowledge, and at this time, although it was already dark, but it had not entered the night, the temple gate of Jinshan Temple was actually closed. In particular, the Buddha Bell of Jinshan Temple still has sixty-four rings, and the Ming Dynasty of Jietai Temple knows that there will be a ceremony in the temple. This Jinshan Temple is actually a little smaller than the Jietai Temple, but the abbot of the Jinshan Temple is silent. Destroy the Great Zen Master, the generation is higher than the heart of the Jietai Temple. How can this Jinshan Temple not celebrate? No ceremony?

Between Xiao Hua’s frowning and thinking, the door to the Jinshan Temple has already arrived. The gate of the Jinshan Temple is not bright, and it is not comparable to the Jietai Temple. It is definitely not a shabby one. It seems that the incense is good. Look at the copper door knocker that doesn't move in the wind. Xiao Hua will raise his hand and take it...

At this time, Xiao Hua suddenly smelled a pungent wine, and there was a very attractive mellow inside the wine. This fragrance is absolutely familiar, but he has not heard it for a long time. The unusual meat of the world.

Xiao Hua smiled bitterly, and the hand immediately stagnate in the air. "Hey..." The temple door of Jinshan Temple opened, revealing a small slit, a tall and obese rough monk, holding a lotus leaf bag in his hand, another Under the arm of the arm, there is a jar of wine, and when you open the door, you look back and look at it.

Xiao Hua saw that he was about to open his mouth. The fat monk just turned back. He saw Xiao Hua’s hand at a glance. He didn’t feel the scream of “ah!!”, it seemed to be scared, and the lotus leaf in his hand was still There is a wine jar that falls immediately...

Seeing that the jar was broken, the flesh in the lotus leaf bag fell into the dust, and Xiao Hua had no choice but to move his hand, and both of them fell smoothly on the ground.

"Little monk... you want to scare the old man! Do you want to live?" The fat, flesh-and-blood monk came back at this moment, and immediately became furious, raising his fist to the size of Xiaohua’s nose. !

"Amitabha..." Xiao Hua stretched out a finger, and the electric flint-like point was on the fist of the wine and meat monk. The wine and meat monk stood as a lightning strike, and the whole body fat was trembled. The eyes of the wine and meat monk showed horror, and hurriedly fell to the ground and cried: "Grandpa is forgiving, grandfather is forgiving..."

"Get up..." Xiao Hua screamed coldly. "Small singer is Tip, and today I will come to see the Great Zen Master!"

"The younger brother is good, the uncle is good!" The meat and meat monk hurriedly climbed up from the ground, and clasped his hands in a hurry, cried, "Xiao Xiaoming has seen the uncle!"

"Well," Xiao Hua nodded. "I still don't want to help Xiao Xiao."

"This..." Ming Shen opened his mouth and wanted to say something. He could look at Xiao Hua’s slight bow. He was looking at the jars and lotus leaves on the ground. Where did he dare to scream, whisper, Wait, Xiao Xiao will help you immediately!"

Said, his face showed a smile, bowed his head and the lotus leaf, and walked over Xiaohua's side, rushing to the woods next to the temple. However, for a long time, I rushed back in a hurry and rushed into the Jinshan Temple. When I ran past Xiaohua, I still remembered the whispered voice: "Teacher waits for a while, and Xiaoxiao will return immediately."

Sure enough, shortly after entering the temple, there was a very old man who took a lantern and walked over. The old man’s eyes were muddy, apparently not the kind of sorghum that refined the Buddha. When the old man walked to the temple gate and opened the door, he looked at Xiao Hua, who stood at the door and asked: "Little monk, are you called Tip?"

"Yes, the name of the little 曰 曰 曰 pp, is to come to visit the great Zen master." Xiao Hua did not dare to neglect his hands.

"Amitabha, the old man is always awkward." The old monk shocked Xiao Hua as soon as he opened his mouth. This "Yong" character is really high, so he doesn't know how to call it.

"Oh, you call the old man a teacher is uncle!" Yongzheng old monk seems to like this surprise, said with a smile, "Are you coming to Jinshan Temple?"

"Ah?" Xiao Hua smiled again. Although this is not the old monk of Xiaoling Temple, but the ear is the same, he has to say again, "Good teacher uncle knows that Xiao Xiao is coming to visit the great Zen master."

"Oh, you haven't eaten yet, come, the little monk, come over with the old man, they have just eaten it, and there are still some left in Su Zhai, you will be on the belly!" The old monk smiles It is necessary to hold Xiaohua’s wrist. Xiao Hua is a glimpse, but any monk who does not know, even if it is very familiar, can not give the wrist to others? Who knows if other people have other thoughts, as long as they are close, their own lives may be dangerous.

However, Xiao Hua did not move his voice. He smiled at the arm of the old monk and smiled: "The uncle is older, or the disciple is holding the uncle!"

"Well, good!" Yongzheng old monk smiled, took the lantern and turned around under the help of Xiao Hua, went to the temple, and said in his mouth, "Now, the little monk like you who is sensible is less, old lady. I’m busy in the temple all day, and I don’t see who they are helping the old man... Hey, it’s really better than a generation!”

Xiao Hua smiled and didn't talk, and looked around and looked at the front yard of Jinshan Temple. The front yard of Jinshan Temple is nothing special. It is similar to Jietai Temple and even Xiaojin Temple. It is a large open space. The main hall is facing the temple. The two sides of the main hall are side halls. At this time, in addition to the main hall. There are vague lights, and the side halls are all black. What makes Xiao Hua funny is that when he looked at the temple, the sultry and savage monk, who sneaked through the front of the side hall, fled to the temple gate that had not been closed.

Waiting to walk through the hall, there was a sound of chanting that was heard without a word. Xiao Hua’s eyes swept away, and I saw a statue of a golden statue of a red cloth on the side of the main hall. There are two red lights, one of which is only half-burned, has been extinguished, the other is about to burn out, and the candle is dim. Before the case was filed, there were more than a dozen monks of different ages who were sitting on the sidelines. These monks were slanting and slanting, and everyone was listless. (To be continued.)